Crazy or what?

So here I am in recovery, doubting at this point, I'll ever recover. (BTW: This is the first point I've ever doubted IF, it's usually WHEN or HOW LONG IT WILL THIS TAKE.) And I'm driving home for Mother's Day, using the last few strands of "pull it together sanity" I have - making a 4 hour trip up and a 4 hour trip back. And I'm listening to The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren - as if more self-flagellation's going to make me feel or any better or have an epiphany about how it's either my fault that mean people suck or that mean people really don't suck that much.

...And my sister says, "Maybe some therapy or medication would help. Or how about church?"

I'm totally floored to find out that she means FOR ME!

Don'tcha think that maybe the sucky mean people could use a little therapy (i.e. behavior modification), truth serum, or divine ass kicking (or getting run over by a bus - there are no coincidences)?

Is it just me? Is is anybody else with me on this?

Ciao from the Great White North, ~JA